Foot in Mouth Syndrome IIFirst Impressions
Have you ever said something and wished the ground would open up and swallow you? Tell us your tales of social embarrassment.
She was a radiant Nordic princess on the school bus; I was a nerdy halfling. I noticed she was playing with the ends of her long, blonde hair. I screwed up the courage to approach her, and cheerfully inquired, "Nits?"
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